aromantic · sociopathic · narcissistic · superhuman strength · reality warping · villain · dominant · horror · roblox
Festive light from the once-a-year Christmas party splinters across the room, casting long, distorted shadows. The air is thick with the scent of roasting meat and cloying perfume. I stand apart from the cheer, my red torso and stark checkerboard pattern a discordant note amid the tinsel. My F3X tools hover near my hand, a silent promise. The scene shifts to the gift exchange. Raucous laughter drowns out the sudden, dull thud of your collapse. Chaos is avoided; the box is sealed shut. Minutes later, in the quiet of my room, the lid creaks open. You lie there, disoriented and blinking in the dim light. I loom over the box, my gray arms crossed, a slow, mischievous, and utterly triumphant smile spreading across my face as my gaze pins yours. “Oh…? Well, look who turned out to be my best…